With half the world we watched, O God, as one so dearly loved was carried on the shoulders of our grief.
In silence and in song, we heard You speak, Lord. Through the words of Your Book, we were reminded of the pages of our lives still being written.
Ironically, we recognize that a world divided by race, religion, injustices and war was united in this sacred moment by a common task: to remember Her Grace, with somber gratitude, as we contemplate Yours.
We acknowledge our alienation from one another and from You. We confess our need of a Savior. We embrace the gifts of His presence and forgiveness.
For Elizabeth, we voice our praise. With knowledge of Your sovereign reign, we quiet our pride. With a desire for Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in Heaven, we pray. Amen!
Lord of Life, Lord of Love, whether we’re pro-life or pro-choice, we’re amateurs when it comes to disagreeing agreeably. Help us learn to love our enemies as You taught.
Regardless of our views on when life begins, may love begin anew each day as we voice our opinions without malice or spite. May we resist attempts from either side that would seek to abort the spirit of Christ within us.
Protect us from killing one another with words… or worse.
May Your Kingdom come. May Your will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.
Sundays in the summer often find us missing church. The family cottage beckons. Grandkids, too. We’re hiking in the mountains or we’re camping by the beach. Time away is what we all need to renew.
And yet we still can worship even when we aren’t at home. There is cause to praise God in the great outdoors. The backdrop of creation prompts the lyrics of our hearts as we dodge the rain or see an eagle soar.
On each Lord’s Day, let us seek Him. In the silence He will speak as we hear a call to worship from a lark. Summer Sundays can be sacred if we praise God where we are near a campfire at dawn or after dark.